Sorry, but I just couldn’t pass this one up:
that’s in Australian,
is right in the middle of their yearly so-called sex-po,
a trade fair for the erotic trades,
this year featuring:
this is really good-
yes, you heard me right-
pole dancing robots.
And the gigabit question in the article was:
where do you put the money-
come on, guys.
Everyone knows robots dream of electric sheep,
only take plastic money-
swiped fast across their small tv screen abdomen,
especially with regard to the new plastic five-pound note,
all shiny and new
But maybe not.
For it seems that:
the new plastic money apparently
contains a small amount of animal fat-
that white disgusting stuff normally used to make
non-vegetarian lardy cakes,
and mincemeat pies
Or white pudding-
oats, fat, and pepper, in an intestine,
Which, I assume won’t be served
at the sex-po in Melbourne,
because the vegetarians won’t allow it,
the robot strippers on the pole,
would slide off,
if their palms
were greased with non-vegetarian five-pound notes,
the pole dancers,
with only minor modification,
can man the desk of major hotels,
while pole dancing?-
only run on platinum,
and high-grade diesel oil,
and could be seriously damaged
by the cruder stuff
of their trade.
Like fat English five-pound bills
being swiped across them,
or hands greasy from eating mince pies
and white pudding.
So my question, then,
being a red-blooded human type curious writer,
why do wives get smeared with grease
by amorous hubbies
eating white sausage,
you get the picture,
why do wives
never see enough of the plastic money
to get smeared with the grease?
This is blatantly unfair.
I mean, really,
what does a wife have to do to get a little respect?
Not to mention plastic money?
Put on a Borg suit
and pole dance?
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